I am pooped.
I never understood why my parents and other "old" people quit putting up decorations for the holidays. I always thought that it was because they had just become so uninterested in the event that they didn't have the jolly holiday spirit left in them. Today I have to admit that cold plus old legs plus weak core muscles equal..........shazam, understanding of what they might have been thinking.
To be real honest, (I know sometimes that's not a good thing but) I still haven't finished putting all the Hallowoonie fallderall away, which means that it was a battle to get the the decos for the grands to pick and choose.
Oh did I also mention that I have more Winter Holiday crap than Carter's has little liver pills???? Well I do. I have decos for a Mexican Christmas tree, Ole. I have complete decorations for a gold and crystal Christmas tree, when it was just us old folks at home. I also possess quite possibly the biggest collection of gnome and elf baubles and bits for a big tree this side of the Mississippi river. I have Shelley's childhood tree, the grands small trees, and assorted other lights, lights, lights, blow molds, lights and then I found some lights. But enough of my hoarding of the holidays.
It was 21 degrees when I started my quest for the "things" I was requested to find. I wore many layers of clothing and started my quest with gloves and a hat on as well. By the time I finished, which was 2 almost 3 hours later, it had warmed up to 43 and I was sweating like crazy. And then the only doctor I really listen to spoke in the form of a hellacious muscle cramp in my leg and I came inside for a cup of hot ginger and lemon tea and piece of fruit cake. I am the only one who likes fruit cake. Everyone else in my famn damily seems to hold the opinion that it is made in hell and is sent to drug the masses into submission. But I assured them it was the retailers that do that.....but that's another post.
So now that I have babbled on I will share with you some fabulous photos and a brief story about our favorite 9 year old boy and charmer of my heart.
RyLeigh is doing so well in his new school. He gets along with all his teachers, has almost (just barely below) caught up to grade level and they tell us by spring he'll be on grade level. He has friends. Did you read that right? Why, yes you did. The boy who cried himself to sleep because no one liked him at his old school has friends and buddies and actually gets in trouble for talking in class. Halledamnlujah.
Well, his regular ed teacher where he spends most of his day (the two teachers actually fight over keeping in their classrooms because he is such a good kid, follows direction, is a class leader and a great hugger besides) called Shelley to let her know that Ry was being honored at an assembly. He had been chosen Top Frog for his regular ed 4th grade class. But they wanted to keep it a secret until the assembly.
Gosh talk about hard. Zip your lip Oma Linda. I was so thrilled for him because the first quarter he was very disappointed that he hadn't won it (not that he's competitive or anything). So there we all were at the assembly as he walked in from class. Sweet Man was on another of his take your days off or lose them and so he got to go too. Ry looked at us and knew right away that (as he said), "My dream came true". He was actually so overcome that he did cry when he went up to get his award for being a good kid, a good listener, a good friend and a great student. And the kids in his class stood up for him and cheered for him.
I know this is called bragging and so??????????????? This little boy couldn't even speak when he arrived 5 years ago. He was simply too overwhelmed by life. Now with the professional help he receives, the great teachers he has and the normal family life he lives, he is dealing with his place on the autism spectrum very well. Oh I'm not saying we don't still have melt downs, overloads and sometimes he still takes mini vacays to somewhere else but you know our inside outside upside down thinker is living life, not watching it whiz past him........he's a top frog and he deserved it big time.
So in your face old school and inept teachers and mean kids......RyLeigh is a top frog. Nanny, nanny boo and boo.
Okay, Smooches and Squoozes to all of you,
Smiling like I have a top frog at my house, Oma Linda